#ennioeste

the spanish - san marino alliance / @isvbclv, @inescroy, @ennioeste, @ettoreeste

her eyes scan the small crowd during their descent from the plane’s stairs – the french, the belgians, the chinese, all so relieved to see their family. her eyes moved on until they locked with his dark ones. ennio. wanting to remain composed, her steps quickened just slightly until she was close enough to throw her arms around him. he was there and solid. a silent sob racked her body. “ I’M SORRY. i – i should have ... ” what should she have done ? it was the frustrating thing: not know what she could have done differently. “ i should have stayed, i should have ... oh, i don’t know. ”

hshq ships + temporary highs in the violet skies

-- “ i should have known that the world was wide enough for both you and me “

natalia had just shaken the crown prince’s hand ... how long ago ? the thought was incessant every time and burned in her hand as she knocked on the door, morning and night. “ ENNIO ? it’s me. ” again. it felt like a shot in the dark. he was dealing with the unimaginable - there weren’t any words that could quell that feeling. her palm lingered, flat on the door to silence - she debated walking away once again. “ will you JUST - just, tell me you’re there ? ” living, breathing, moving, “ just - anything. ”

“ well this is an INTERESTING table. “ she remarks making her round to read the place cards, all smooth sailing until she reads the scottish princess’ name, to which her face slightly blanches. “ well, maybe we’ll have to prepare some ... neutral topics. “

natalia de marquis & ennio este